Maisie’s big brown eyes narrowed as she listened to her husband Charlie’s side of the conversation with his older brother Thaz. He was inside his home office, with the mahogany door ajar. Her husband had not gone to work yet, as he had not felt well early this morning due to migraine. But he would soon go to work after lunch, if he would feel better, that is.
The diamond-faced, short-haired brunette hid behind a corner, listening to the said conversation.
So he’s still alive after such an attack, she thought. Her long pink-manicured nails dug into her palms when she balled her fists.
When her husband finished the call, she heard him blow a deep sigh. She decided to go to him after taking a glass of water and a pill for his migraine. She knew that he had not taken the medication yet, as
